Or else you're tryin' to scare us." "Honest, it's Patches, Uncle Will," cried Littly Billy.
"We seen him comin' from over beyond the corral," said Jimmy.
"I saw him first," shouted Conny.

"I was up in the grand stand--I mean on the fence." "Me, too," chirped Jack.
Jim Reid stood looking toward the corral.

"The boys are right, Will," he said in a low tone.

"There they come now." As the three horsemen rode into the yard, and the watchers noted the peculiarity of their companionship, Jim Reid muttered something under his breath.

But the Dean, as he rose leisurely to his feet, was smiling broadly.
The little procession halted when the horses evidenced their dislike of the automobile, and Patches came stiffly forward on foot.